Do or Die | A Slipknot story

'Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart.
Go and try, you'll never break me,
We want it all, we wanna play this part.
I won't explain or say I'm sorry,
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar.
Give a cheer for all the broken, listen here, because its who we are.'

Depression was kinda a normal thing to me by now. The constant tears, the loneliness, the scars.. Yep, it was all normal to me by now. I'm practically a living ball of tears, wrapped in a blanket of loneliness, constantly hiding my scars. That was me.

Nobody knew about my depression except for me. My scars stayed hidden, my tears stayed silent. I didn't want anybody to know, because I didn't deserve pity. I don't want to cause people to feel the pain I feel, nobody should go through that. Well, except me, of course.

My depression began back when I was thirteen. I was in the seventh grade, my second year of middle school. Or you could say, hell. At 90 pounds, I was considered fat. With no makeup caked on my face, I was ugly, although I still refuse to pound my face in with makeup. That's just not my thing. With my grades and GPA so high, I was 'the nerd'.
I never really allowed that stuff to bother me to a certain limit, although it carried on till this day. What really sent me into depression, was when I turned fourteen, my mama passed away. So, the same bullies decided to put even more pressure on me by bullying me about that too.

My mom was the only adult figure in my life since the day I was born. Sure I had a dad, but he wasn't a dad to me. My single mom had to take the responsibility to raise me on her own without any help. All the while loving me more than life itself.
We were very poor. The only money we had was the child support my dad rarely sent. I never knew who he was, and I was completely fine with it. Just me and my mom.

The day my mom died, I almost did too. I was told the news, and completely stopped breathing from shock.

Within that same month, I was sent to an orphanage. Just another hell I was put through. Then, my therapist found my dad. So now, here I am stuck with him.

My dad happened to live near my mom's house, so I didn't have to switch schools, which was terrible. I wanted to switch schools after everything that happened.

I don't have a relationship with my dad, and I don't exactly want to. He left, and that's his problem. All I wanted anymore, was my mama.

Back to my depression. Yes, I cut. Do I anymore? No. I've been clean for awhile now, although the littlest things could drag me back. So I avoid everybody.

I still cry about my mom, because she was all I ever had. We didn't need money, we loved each other, and that was enough. A lot of times though, I'll smile, thinking about her. The good times, like everyday I had with her. I do regret some things, like not appreciating her enough, but in the end, I'm overall glad that she was my mother.

Now, to the present.

I now live with my dad and his eight band members in a rather large house. If it can fit more than ten people, its probably pretty big, right? Right.

My dad and I don't really have much of a relationship. I still haven't forgiven him after the two months I've been here. His friends though, I'm pretty close to them. They treat me better than my dad does. He treats me like he did since I was born. He didn't care, so he left. Although now, he still doesn't care, but he's all I've got, so he's stuck with me.

Well, now that you've learned most of my back story, I'll tell you about myself.

My name is Alex Brooke Taylor, and I'm the daughter of Corey Taylor, the lead vocalist of Slipknot. I like bands that are in the same music genre as Slipknot - rock or metal. A big reason I get bullied is my music taste, but by this point, I really don't care.
I have long, strawberry blonde hair that goes past my waist, covering about half of my bottom. I've got a sharp face structure, like my moms, that compliments my ocean blue eyes. Ever since I've been bullied, I workout a lot, so I'm a pretty small size, but not too small it looks unhealthy. Sadly, I've got short legs, and a long torso. My legs and torso are almost the same length, but just a little bit off.

Me being almost fifteen, its probably not appropriate that I have snakebites, and a tattoo on my wrist, but my mom was very supportive in all of my decisions, so she allowed it without question. My snakebites are simply black, and my tattoo is of my moms name. My mom cried when I told her I wanted her name on my wrist, because she felt more loved than ever.

Anyway, I've already told you I used to self harm, so that's another feature. Cuts. I cover them though, because I don't want anyone's pity.

Now, I think I've probably explained enough about myself, so, now that you know basically everything, let's get on with my life.

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a/n - alright. First story!! Thank you to anyone reading, I really appreciate it.
I accept any feedback :)
I'll update asap, and hopefully the chapter will be longer.